Marital Problems Thread #26

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Should have used pic related, desu.

>>25337111
>kekoldry

Oh you lovely, lovely word filters.

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>>25337162
>Kek
I didn't remember the filters at the time of doing the new thread, it's better that way.
Good night keks, stay based.

>>25336642
why would u do that to me? as if this thread isn't killing me already.

>>25337608
Sorry Anon, but I wasn't in that ride, could you explain it to me?

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>>25338927
That's good.

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>>25339311
It's herdshit.

>>25339359
I don't see any husband/male there, that's dykeshit.
Get your shitty fetish out of my board, herdfag

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>>25339480
Not until I see happy herding.

Maybe we should breathe some life back into this thread by posting story ideas.

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>>25340702
What these gentelmen said.
>>25329540
>>25329641

>>25337608
Shame really :(

>>25340142
Keep posting dykeshit, just keep that other shit out.

>>25340702
>Anon is no longer the only human in Equestria as another fellow also calling himself Anonymous has mysteriously arrived, sparking a dangerous rivalry that threatens to destroy the fragile happiness Anon #1 has established for himself

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So someone tried to steal my car.

The fact that they couldn't hotwire an '88 Z28 Camaro is a testament to what garbage carthieves they were, evidently. You'd think it wouldn't be terribly difficult to hotwire an oldie like that.

Still, they cut the shit out of my ragtop roof to get in, so that's going to cost a pretty penny to get fixed. Maximum sadness.

Possibly not thread related, except that I'm exceptionally frustrated right now and the green I had intended to write this afternoon will be put off for later. Sorry, friendos.

>>25342901
It's cool, brah. Shit happens.

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>>25342901
I have only met shit robbers in all my life, for example, there was this time I thought I heard a friend calling for me but it was really a robber he then says: ''Give me what you have, I don't want to hurt you''
And then I don't even know what idiotic shit went through my mind that made me just walk away while not giving a single fuck. The guy then tried to rob someone else who beat the shit out of him.

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I feel like the only reason Luna likes Anon in Without's story is because "He has darkness in him" or some shit. I mean anon is a flawed character in that story, hardly a gary stu, but it sort of feels that way. The way he's "turning" or whatever seems edgy to me. And I guess i have a hard time believing that Luna and Anon would get together so soon after he discovered Twilight's infidelity.

And is adultery and attempted murder magically not a crime? anon is still prince? I would have had flash sentry thrown down at my feet after the whole barn incident. How many times does a prince need to be nearly murdered for anyone to give a shit. I just feel like the reality of the story just bends to whatever for storytelling's sake without addressing reality.

Just my two cents. Without, your story is fine, I hope you continue writing, just wanted to say something about it after so many months of reading and waiting for it to resolve.

You know what? I'm just biased because Twi is my favorite pone. I feel like the whole idea of a cute nerdy librarian horse turned princess cheating on her alien husband seems ridiculous.

>>25343522
>"And is adultery and attempted murder magically not a crime? anon is still prince? I would have had flash sentry thrown down at my feet after the whole barn incident. How many times does a prince need to be nearly murdered for anyone to give a shit. I just feel like the reality of the story just bends to whatever for storytelling's sake without addressing reality. "
Except that Flash wasn't there, and even if he was, he wasn't seen. He has no proof that Flash did those things.
>"I feel like the only reason Luna likes Anon in Without's story is because "He has darkness in him" or some shit."
She has had a crush on him since a long time. And Anon and Luna being together after so soon has to be with that and a coping mechanism people actually have in real life, but Anon wasn't tricked into it either he developed his feelings towards her because of the loyalty, kindness and friendship she showed him, and the fact that the cope replaced his feelings for Twilight, and fixed them on Luna.

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> Green is kill.
> Wan is An Hero.

>>25343733
>Except that Flash wasn't there, and even if he was, he wasn't seen. He has no proof of that Flash did those things.
Wasn't Flash at the train and was the one who murdered Toll? One of the Luna guards was there and saw the whole thing. The barn incident yeah just a bunch of followers and no proof for that but there should be more then enough now to arrest / execute Flash.

>>25343824
Wasn't Flash at the train and was the one who murdered Toll?
Yes, he was wearing a cape thing that hide his body, Anon only knew this guy was Flash after the incident.

>>25343786
Wan must write. Wan is not a hero yet. This guy is an hero: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erReWz65S8o

Keks

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>>25345979
Filters are ruining cu.ckguy's life

>>25345979
>>25346540
>Not knowing you can put a spoiler-block between any two letters of a word to bypass the filters

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Good night, people. Stay alive.

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>>25343786
>>25343925

> Pic related

>>25347789
>Without Anime

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Glad to see these threads are still up, feels like ive been off /mlp/ in forever. Since flash sentry is in the OP im assuming the one with twalot sporkle and sombra possessing anon is still going? What about loki loriens?

>>25348475
They still going. If you been off for a while you have a bit to catch up on I presume.

>>25348488
Maybe it hasnt been particularly long(i actually have no idea) but it feels it

I think i left off with twilight being discovered fucking up the spell cadence was analyzing her with

>>25348509
and almost nothing has actually happened since...

>>25348859
Fairly disappointing actually, atleast lokis put out a fair bit since ive last checked in, about time they finally fucked

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Would you cheat on Ponka?

>>25349999
I'd never cheat those quads

>>25349999
I would never cheat on Ponka, those master race eyes are too cute

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>>25347789
>>25343786
More green!

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>>25349999
I would never betray my waifu.

>>25349999
I always figured a Marital Problems story about Pinkie would involve her being the town bicycle and struggling to commit to a relationship.

>>25351326
You are the town's bicycle, fagget.

bubp

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>>25353994
>This is how your pet and friends feels when you don't delete your shitty bumps.

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>>25349999
> "Welcome home, Nonny!"
> "You wouldn't Be-LIEVE the day I had! It was so busy I thought I was going to explode!"
> "You betcha, Nonny!"
> "I can only imagine! Running a big business like that makes me shudder just thinkin' about it!"
> "I've got some cupcakes a bakin' right now, just for us!"
> "Mmm-hmm! Bestest cupcakes around, you know it!"
> "Well, there was a bit of a reason..."
> "Promise me you won't get mad."
> "Please?"
> "Well... Somepony told me this horrible rumour today."
> "You know I'd never believe it... but... have you been fooling around with anypony?"
> "Like, yanno... 'foolin'!"
> "It's not an accusation! Just... somepony said something, and you KNOW how I trust all my friends, and I didn't want to think she's lying or anything!"
> "Well, I don't think it would be very nice to get the two of you fighting..."
> "It wouldn't be a big deal! You know I'd still love you even if you made a teensy mistake, right?"
> "Are you suuure? I won't be a meanie about it if there is anything, I promise!"
> "Well... alright, Non. If you say you aren't, then I believe you."
> "I mean, I guess it's obvious. I don't know why I even asked! That was a bit of a silly!"
> "You'd never do something like that to me!"
> "Sorry Nonny. I guess I could... make it up to you?"
> "But... But you've never been able to resist my eyebrow waggle!"
> "Oh... well, okay then."
> "I'll just finish up with these cupcakes, and then we can-"
> "Oh. Ok, Anon. Was that why-"
> "Gotcha! I know how cuh-razee busy you are all the time!"
> "I'll see you later tonight, then?"
> "Tomorrow morning it is, best-husband-ever!"
> "Right-a-roonie! Have a good night out with that businessmare!"
> "Love you!"

Cheating on Ponka is the easiest to get away with, her innocence prevents her from recognizing what a bastard you are.

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>>25357232
That is bad and you should feel bad. You just don't do that to Ponka.

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Good night, people, stay based.

>>25358507
g'nite, based bumper

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>>25357232
Poor pank.
>”Mrmmmnnn…”
>”…Nonny?”
>”Are you just getting in? What time is it?”
>”Sheesh, you must really be busy, huh?”
>”Oh no I just mean—“
>”No no I understand. I’m sorry.”
>”You get some sleep sweetie.”
>”I know you must be pretty tired. You’ve been gone all day.”
>”And yesterday.”
>”And the day—“
>”Oh okay. Sorry.”
>”Goodnight then.”
>"Well, good morning, actually. But that's not impor--"
>"Oh, sorry again. Sleep tight Nonny."
>”Love you.”

>>25360110
Pinker is best horse wife.

>>25360110
>>25357232
This enrages me and ponk isn't even my favorite horse wife.

>>25340702
Anon just married his pone girlfriend. Not too long pass a before another human arrives in Equestria. An attractive, FEMALE human who's feeling rather lonely.

>>25360110
>>25360838
>>25360934
>>25361073

Ponk is probably the one who is most likely to be the most receptive to an open relationship.

>>25360110
I want to kill Anon

>>25361356
Shut up, bicycle man.

>>25362264
Well I was thinking more of
>I love how you share your love, just as I like spreading smiles!

Or some bullshit. Yeah, it is a stretch. Sorry.

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>>25341791
>just keep that other shit out
Never!

>>25363676
That is adorable.

>>25364582
Being a nigger was really hard.

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>>25363676
>"Never!"
>mfw
Also, nice pic.

>>25366611

Yes its a bump
Movie "circle" is aggravating as hell. Instead of trying to escape they endlessly sacrifice eachother. I hate this ...still gonna finish this movie.

Are all the writefags dead or something?

>>25357232
>>25360110
Someone have more green like this?
I love the stories where Anon is the cheater...but not the bastard type just the curious guy type

>>25371451
Without seems dangerously close to an hero after that last thread, and Loki is just busy with his life.

We're running on fumes now, m8.

>>25371660
What wait ? You want Anon to cheat and not be a bastard...... How the hell could you even spin that to not make him a bastard

>>25371894
Roofie?

>>25371863
I'll write something up once I finish up with what I'm currently doing, at least to keep the thread alive while we wait on the other writefags.

>>25371894
Mind control bullshit is usually the preferred copout.

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>>25360110
> "Heya, Dashie! Feels like it's been forever since you've dropped in!"
> "Lookin' out for the pudge, ehhhh?"
> "Can't blame ya, Anon's been on my case about my pudge getting a little too big, got me layin' off the sweets!"
> "I'm dyin' here without my fix!"
> "What's that?"
> "Oh, this?"
> "I..."
> "I fell down the stairs."
> "Yep! Fell down, head-over-hooves!"
> "You know what a clumsy pony I am! Never looking where I'm going, just trotting along and BAM!"
> "The stairs suddenly appeared! CRAZY, huh!?"
> "Well... you know, my Pinkie sense CAN be wrong sometimes. Just not very often!"
> "I... I don't know what you mean by that."
> "Why would I lie about something like that? I wouldn't just lie to you or something!"
> "We're friends! I'd tell you if I got on a secret adventure where I got kidnapped and ended up getting hurt doing something exciting!"
> "Ooh, like that time we visited the Temple of the-"
> "Anon?"
> "... No, he would never do something like that, Rainbow."
> "I said he wouldn't."
> "Rainbow, please... just stop."
> "Stop it! He loves me, Rainbow! He'd never intentionally hurt me!"
> "I just... I sometimes make mistakes, and he has to..."
> "He does too love me! He says it every night when he's here!"
> "He's... He's out on business with Filly Delity for the weekend."
> "He would not!"
> "He would never cheat on me Rainbow! He promised!"
> "I... I think you should go."
> "We can talk again later, but... I've got a lot of work to do."
> "Please, just... please go?"
> "I know you care, Rainbow, but you just don't see him like I do..."
> "Thank you. But I'll be fine, we're okay."
> "He'll be back tomorrow morning."
> "Okie-dokie... but no snapping at him, or mentioning any of this, okay?"
> "Mmm-hmm."
> "That's fine. Good night Dashie."
> "I... I'll try."

Panko really deserves someone better.

>>25371660
This.

About to get started on a greentext, but I'm pretty low on ideas at the moment. Anyone have any requests?

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>>25372540

>>25372652
>Something not cheating related/other marital problems.
>Something with Lyra or Trixie.
>Anon has a female bro but then he gets a girlfriend but pussybro also has feeling for him.

>>25372652
This ones:
>>25118727
And also this other ones:
>>25124951

>>25372732
I can definitely do something with those last two suggestions.

>>25372652
How about
>Anon is married to Rainbow Dash but recently ended up in an accident that crippled him for life
>Rainbow finds it difficult to be around him anymore as he has become sarcastic, derisive, and introverted
>Rainbow just wants her workout buddy back but knows that is now an impossible dream

>>25372756
Trixie is the wife and Lyra is the bro?

>>25372787
Lyra will be the bro. Wife is undecided, I kinda suck at writing Trixie.

>>25372812
It's hard to write Trixie in a non autistic way, so I support your decision

>>25372833
Yeah, I can only write her ironically. I'm thinking Twilight is going to be the wife. I'll get started in a bit.

>>25372751
>Twilight Sparkle, while experimenting she accidentally turns Anonymous incredibly gay. Flaming metrosexual Anonymous produces marital hijinks (i.e. trying to hook Twilight up with Rainbow, despite them being married) while she tries to find a spell to turn him back.
Fuckink kek.
I would read this. Green when?
Maybe I drawfag something...

Also: You know that metrosexual is not the same that gay right?

>>25372849
Thanks based Anon!

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Going to sleep, good night, people. Stay based.

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>>25371863

See: >>25343786
>>25347789
Seems I lost everyone, I killed the last thread in disapproval posts. So I'll slink back to Anon status and go back to reading like a butt injured faggot. Maybe finish in the bin just to finish it/ figure out another story another time. Sorry my work schedule change and actual marital problems took away alot of my time for the updates I wanted to get out.

> Impatiently awaits glorious Loki update.

The last time I've written any greentext was when those Storytime threads were a thing like a year ago, so if I'm fucking up on anything, let me know. I'm a bit rusty.

>You are Anonymous
>It’s been a year since you consumed a potion made up primarily of bleach to get into Equestria, and six months into that time, you wound up married to the Princess of Friendship herself, Twilight Sparkle.
>When you got involved with a mare like her, you imagined your life was about to get much, much more exciting.
>Constant hot, kinky sex with a sexually repressed nerd.
>Helping her and her friends overcome the forces of eviiiiiiiiiiiiiiil that constantly attacked Equestria.
>Using your political powers that came with becoming a prince to help run Equestria.
>But, as you found out, you were very, very wrong.
>It turns out, being married to an extremely busy princess is quite boring.

>>25373300
>You awaken in your plush, oversized bed as the sun’s rays bleed through the nearby blinds and hits your face.
>You waste a few minutes trying to get back to sleep, but slowly begin to realize that the Sun isn’t going anywhere.
>That dick.
>Spending a few moments grumbling angrily to yourself, you decide roll over towards the other side of the bed to greet your wife.
“Good morning Sparklebu-”
>Of course, she isn’t there, just a mess of sheets left by her for you to fix.
>Or, at least, that’s what she wants you to do, but you’re too lazy to actually do it.
>You throw off the sheets and roll out of bed, before walking over to the closet.
>You open the door, and the sight of various articles of clothing of various shapes, colors, and styles greets you.
>...
“Meh.”
>You close the closet door and walk out of the bedroom in just your underwear
“I, Anonymous, have no need for clothes.”

>>25373309
>As you walked downstairs in nothing but a pair ripped up boxers, you think about the day ahead of you.
>You didn’t have anything planned, and, as for as knew, your wife didn’t have any errands for you to do while she did whatever she did that she deemed more important than whatever tasks she bestowed upon you.
>You were honestly treated more like an assistant than a husband.
>That probably explains why you’ve grown much closer with Spike than you had with Twilight since the two of you tied the knot; you both knew the struggle.
>You entered the kitchen and looked around for signs of your wife, but found nothing.
>Just the kitchen staff, who stood by eagerly for a chance to do their job.
>”Would you like us to prepare some breakfast for you, Sir Anonymous?” The head chef, who’s name escaped you, inquired.
>You looked him over, and briefly considering the idea of sitting down to eat a hot, freshly cooked meal, but decided that you should probably track down your wife and see if she needed anything.
>Who knows, maybe she’d actually be willing to go out and do something with you.
>Or at least spend some time with you.
>You shook yourself out of your internal dialogue and gave the chef an answer.
“I’m good. I just wanna grab something to snack on real quick.”
>”As you wish,” the chef remained stoic, but you could tell that the other kitchen staff were disappointed they’d spending another couple hours bored out of their minds until lunchtime came around. “Feel free to help yourself to the pantry, then.”
>You nodded, before going on the hunt for some grub.
>After a few minutes, you walked away with a cup of coffee and a toasted cheddar jalapeno bagel, which was the best kind of bagel, in your expert opinion.

>>25373315
>You wandered about the castle, searching for signs of the elusive purple princess you were married to.
>It wasn’t until you entered the mare’s study that you finally found her, working on some paperwork at her desk.
>A smirk crept on your face as you snuck up behind her, closing the distance between the two of you without her noticing.
>When you got within a couple feet of her, you reached out and covered her eyes.
“Guess who?”
>An exasperated sigh left her mouth, as she removed your hands from her face with her magic.
>”Hi Anonymous,” came the annoyed reply.
>You stepped closer, and wrapped an arm around her.
“Cheer up, Sparklebutt, I was only playing.”
>She glanced at out of the corner of her eye.
>”I don’t have time for games right now, Anon.”
>She stopped working on her paperwork and turned to face you.
>”Did you make the bed this morning?”
“Nah,” you shrugged with indifference, “I was hungry, plus I kind of wanted to see my wife.”
>”Uh huh,” she brushed off your remark, much to your disappointment.
>While you had her attention, you decided to make your move.
“Hey, how about we go out for some breakfast? We could head over to Sugarcube Corner, like old times. I’m dying for one of Pinkie’s blueberry muffins, anyways.”

>>25373330
>You flashed her the bright smile you could muster, hoping desperately that it might convince her to take you up on your offer.
>You would be disappointed.
>“I already ate, Anon, plus I have a lot of work to do,” she said, motioning towards the pile of paperwork that was sitting on her desk.
>Not one to give up easily, you pressed on.
“Hey, no worries! How about dinner? Just the two of us. There’s this new Prench rest-”
>”Anon, I have too much work to go out. I-”
“Then how about we just spend some time together tonight, then? Watch a movie, relax by the fire, maybe get a little-”
>You were interrupted by the inevitable exasperated sigh.
>”Look, Anon, I would love to take a break and do something other than my job as a princess, but I can’t today. I have too much work to do today. I’m too busy for anything else.”
>You wanted to call her out on the fact that she was always too busy for anything else, but you knew that it wouldn’t get you anywhere.
“Well… maybe I can help? If we work together, then maybe we-”
>”Anon, I would love a helping hoof- err, hand, but this work is all way above you.”
>Ouch.
>She waved you off.
>”Why don’t you go do something on your own? I’d love to talk, but I’m way too- blah blah blah.”
>You tuned out the rest as you began to walk away.
>You’ve heard it a million times, it’s always the same bullshit every time you try to spend time with her.
>As you open the door to leave the study, you turn around and look towards your wife.
“Hey, even if you’re busy, just remember; I still love you.”
>You stood there for a few seconds waiting for a reply that never came, before sighing with disappointment and walking out, taking your feelings out on the door and slamming it behind you.

>>25371894
The "spark" can fizzle out, but you can not act like an abusive spaz like what always seems to come with the cheating. Not like it makes it right, but maybe a bit sadder because he's not just a completely irredeemable douche that's easy to hate?

>>25373333
>As you stormed out of the castle, angrily discarding your coffee and bagel in the dirt outside, you took a moment to think about your current relationship.
>Every day. Every single fucking day, you wake up to an empty bed, hunt down your wife, and get your affection, as well as your attempts to get her to spend time with you blown off.
>It’s the same fucking excuses.
>’Anon, I’m far too busy to go out with you.’
>’Anon, I can’t talk right now, I’m working.’
>She doesn’t even respond when you tell her you love her anymore.
>You took your anger out on a poor, unfortunate piece of rubbish and kicked up the street.
>It wasn’t always like this.
>Before you got married, when you got here, Twilight took an immediate interest in you.
>Mainly because you were a sentient, undocumented species that just randomly appeared in the middle of Ponyville, but you liked to think it was also because you were a pretty cool guy.
>The two of you would meet basically every other day, and you’d tell Twilight everything you knew about humanity.
>Over time the two of you bonded, and eventually the two of you ditched your meetings in favor of picnics, walks in the park, movie nights, etc.
>You quickly got welcomed into Twilight’s group of friends, and you couldn’t be happier.

>>25373531
>The two of you continued to grow closer and closer together, and after a couple months of being in Equestria, you were beginning to fall for the nerdy princess.
>One night, after drinking just a little too much during one of your weekly movie nights, you decided you were going to share your feelings with her by giving her a sloppy kiss on the lips.
>Much to your shock, she kissed you back. Evidently, she had felt the same way about you for quite some time.
>Over the next couple months, your love blossomed, and after four months of being together, you decided it would be a brilliant idea to ask her to marry you.
>Maybe that wasn’t your brightest decision, but hey, you were drunk.
>She, of course, was thrilled with the idea and said yes on the spot.
>So, the two of you had an extravagant wedding in Canterlot (that wasn’t attacked like the last one, luckily), you made love to her in the honeymoon suite later that evening, then you ran off with her to Germane for a two week long honeymoon.
>That’s when everything began to go to shit.
>Not long after getting back, Twilight’s workload increased dramatically.
>At first, things weren’t so bad. You at least weren’t alone in bed, even if the two of you weren’t able to do anything together during the day because she was so busy.
>The two of you were still affectionate with each other. She’d put kiss you and tell you how much she loved you whenever she had the chance.
>But over the past couple months, her workload has been growing larger and larger.
>As you recently found out from Celestia, she had been volunteering for all of this. According to her, the curse of immortality was finally hitting her, and she was doing everything in her power to ignore it.
>Eventually, you, as well as all her friends, were slowly shoved out of her life.
>And now… she doesn’t even respond when you tell her you love her anymore.

I'm crashing for the night. I'll keep going tomorrow morning.

>>25373588
Sleep tight, friend.

You're off to a good start so far.

>>25373249
Bro don't die,start over, write something new. Honestly I think the main reason your story get so crazy is because none criticize it. Your story was always drown ed in prise when it didn't need to be. All you need to do is tone it down, keep it simple, and try not to add so many pointless filler in it

>>25373249
In fact I would love to see a continuation of that Dash story. So long as its simple people will go back to blindly ducking your sick again>>25373609
Also drowned and got fuck phones

>>25373696
Shit ment>>25373626 once again fuck phones doesn't help when it auto corrects fuck with duck

>>25372540
Goddamnit. Pink pony is sad. Someone must pay.
>>25372652
How about one where Sunset wants to stay with Anon, but also wants to go back to PonyLand and struggles with the decision.

Add in a fetus...

>>25373300
>>25373309
>>25373315
>>25373330
>>25373333
>>25373531
>>25373540

I hope this results in a happy ending, with Twilight showing that she still loves Anon despite her acting like a robot.

Just entered this thread, any pinkie stories?

>>25373249
So once again the Twifags ruin a green.
Well, Without, I honestly would like you to finish your story, but well, do as you will.

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>>25373540
>"MnM"
>MarineMarksman
Glad to see you around here, you wonderful bastard, if it's really you.

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>>25373249
Without, you giant danglus, you didn't listen!

You may recall me mentioning a few months ago that people don't know what they want until they have it, when there was a similar flood of criticism. Similarly, that criticism faded and the people who appreciated your story stayed around.

Criticism is always a useful tool, but fundamentally if you write to please an audience, you'll drive yourself mad. Write what you want because you want to write it, not because you want to please everyone.

Whether you decide to stop is entirely up to you, but I maintain that criticism should never be a determinative factor to your decision to write what you want. Who cares if some Anons don't like the way Anon acted? They'll leave and new Anons will come on board who appreciate your arc. If they wanted something different from your story, it's their prerogative to write the story they like and bring their own dreams to life in text. Writing ought to be self-satisfying, those little turns-of-phrase that give you a smile when you read them back peppered throughout the text, and the praise of others a happy incident to the pleasurable experience of bringing your ideas to fruition.

I think that once you're a ways in to a story, it's easy to lose sight of why you started writing it in the first place. It starts feeling like if some people dislike your story that there's no point; but try to remember you're not writing for them.

But that's just my view. If yours differs, then fair enough, but I hope you choose to stick around friendo.

tl;dr Stop being a danglus, you danglus.

>>25373626
Without got criticism back in the day, and I was much of the same mind when he was doubtful then. Writing for an audience is a horrible idea, and it's one that green is particularly vulnerable to. Writing ought always be the author expressing their ideas and their imagination; people are entitled to dislike that and criticize, but critiques of a story arc mid-tale are always amusing.

>>25376317
You know, every time I see these inevitably-deleted "A" bump posts, I keep thinking that there's going to be a chain of these going through the rest of the alphabet.

It'd be like the alphabet song everyone learned in preschool, except considering it's this thread, it'd end with "Now I know my ABCs/And my wife is cheating on me."

>>25375994
Loki, you are the real MVP. I hope WaN listens to you.

>>25375952
ayy girl

>>25374652
We'll see.

>>25373540
Continue pls

>>25372905
HomoAnon green when?

>>25373540
“FUCK!”
>You lashed out at a nearby trashcan, kicking it over and spilling it’s contents all over the place.
>”Anon?!”
>You turned towards the source of the voice, spotting a concerned looking mint green unicorn standing a few feet away from you.
>”Are you okay?”
“Yeah dude, just fucking peachy!” You responded, before giving the downed trash can another kick.
>”Then why are you kicking that poor trash can?”
“Because it pet my wife, stole my cat, and sodomized my television.”
>The mare took your joke to heart.
>”Really?!”
>You snorted with amusement, as you felt the beginning of a smile tug at the corner of your mouth.
“I wish, if shit like that happened, maybe I wouldn’t be feeling the way I do right now.”
>Your smile disappeared, as a look of realization showed up on the mare’s face.
>”Twilight?”
>You nodded, your heart beginning to ache at the sound of her name.
>At the same time, your stomach unleashed a fierce growl, reminding you that you tossed your breakfast in your anger.
>The mare standing in front of you picked up on both of these things.
>”Hey, cheer up, big guy-”
“For you,” you blurted out.
>”H-huh?” Her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink in response.
“I’m being ironic.”
>”R-right. I forgot you were a sperglord.”
“Well, my wife doesn’t entertain me, so I have to entertain myself,” you stated with a shrug.
>The pain grew worse as Lyra continued to speak.
>”Hey, she’ll come around… eventually. Let’s grab some brunch, you sound like a starving Griffon child.”
“Sure, I’m fucking famished.”
>You could also use a couple mojitos, even if they were pretty gay.
>You desperately needed a drink.

>>25376798
Didn't knew you were back to writing. Man, this is gonna be good.

>>25377136
I've been back for a couple months.

I can't get off Mr. Bones wild ride.

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>>25373249
Don't. Leave. Your. Story. Why the fuck every green I read can't be completed?! I'm still waiting for more Luna and Anon from your story. I have been reading your green here since you started writing it and damn, every time you posted my heart skipped a beat. Just don't leave it now.
>>25375994
>>25375840
>>25376718
This.

>>25373249
New to the thread, but come on dude, shit happens. Just keep going. People still want to read your story.

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>>25373249
I will rape your ass and mother with my BBC if you quit you piece of shit.

>>25376979
>Lyra led you to a place you have become rather familiar with since you first showed up in Ponyville.
>The Salty Sailor.
>It doesn’t sound like a great place for brunch, but as Twilight used to say, you should never judge a book by it’s cover.
>Your inner turmoil increased as you thought about her.
>About the time when the two of you actually acted like lovers, and not just roommates.
>As much as she neglected you, you still loved her. You wanted things to go back like they used to be.
>But you were beginning to wonder if that was even possible at this point.
>You were shaken from your thoughts as you felt a warm, soft pair of hooves wrap around your waist.
>You looked down, spotting Lyra hugging your waist, looking up at your with a reassuring grin.
>It was pretty awkward that she would hugging you when you had some serious morning wood, but you ignored that; you need some comfort.
>You knelt down, and reciprocated the hug.
>The mare tightened her grip, burying her muzzle into your chest.
>The two of you stayed like that in silence for a few moments.
>Nothing needed to be said, nothing needed to be asked.
>It was always the same bullshit.
>Your heart was being ripped asunder by a mare who seemingly couldn’t give two shits about you.
>Lyra, the truest bro in the whole world, was always there to pick up the pieces.
>And she learned long ago that most of your problems went away with some affection and a few beers.
>Until the next time you got blown off by Twilight, then you had to repeat the process all over again.
>”Anon?”
“Hmm?”
>”Where’s your pants?”
>You looked down, remembering that you decided to ditch clothes in favor of your rather revealing boxers today.
“I like to feel the breeze between my knees.”

>>25377610
>She giggled, before leaning up, giving you an affectionate nuzzle.
>”Let’s get some food.”
>Your stomach immediately growled at the mention of the word ‘food’.
“Yeah, let’s.”
>Reluctantly, you pulled away from the mint green unicorn, and walked inside with her.

>>25373249
please don't stop, I love your story.

>>25373249
>I accidentally bullied a Writefag too hard

Shit dude, for what it's worth, I'm sorry.

>>25375994

You're right writing for an audience is bad I remember how people acted when you killed twi. But the thing is after the beginning what criticism did Without get? Things like Sombra poofing from nithing, the long drawn out filler that added nothing to his story, Luna's struggle against NNM was none existent as she would willingly use it, the whole Two is and always a slut no matter whos she fucking (she cheated on Flash with Anon). Was brushed aside never be mentioned again or praised as the best green this thread when that was far from the truth. The thing about criticism is it's not about saying "you suck kill yourself" it's about showing what's wrong and how you can fix it before it's too late. Criticism is also a way for people express how much they care for something because face it if we didn't care why would we criticize? All Without really need to do was keep it simple, even your massive world building is simple and easy to follow. And lastly>>25375840 this is the response people would get if they critic Without's story no matter how false it is

>>25377620
This is cute

>>25377759
Sure excepy that people didn't chose any of those points to critic, they chose the point that is a real life coping mechanism

>>25377759
>And lastly>>25375840#this is the response people would get if they critic Without's story no matter how false it is
How is that false when they were literally writing something in the lines of ''I don't get how my nerdy waifu would be a slut''

>>25377620
Sorry that this is happening on the middle of you drop MnM, it a little disrespectful to be honest

>>25377952
Easy my waifu isn't Twi in fact it's AJ doesn't mean it should get a pass just because

>>25377984
I'm cool with it. I'd like the guy to come back and keep writing.

>>25378021
Shit my bad didn't mean to cause a storm while you're dumping

>>25377620
>You were on your third beer by the time your breakfast arrived.
>Beers usually weren’t on the menu for brunch, but you were in the mood for a man’s drink, and the owner was rather accommodating for regulars.
>And you were as regular as a regular could be.
>Heh, you’re an alcoholic.
>The moment the food was dropped in front of you, you went to work, not even bothering to thank the waitress like you usually did.
>Food, you needed food.
>And another beer.
>You paused long enough to let the waitress know about that second, which she quickly ran off to get.
>The moment she was gone, you went back to work on your food, devouring it like a lion would a gazelle.
>By the time the mare returned with a fresh bottle, your plate was empty, and your stomach was full.
“Thanks,” you grinned at the waitress, taking the bottle off of her.
>”No problem, Anon.”
>She returned your grin, before sauntering off.
>”Anon.”
>You turned to face your bro as she spoke your name, giving her your full attention.
>”What happened?”
“You already know. It’s always the same bullshit.”
>”Yeah, but I don’t know details.”
>You remained silent, taking a quick drink from your beer.
>She gave you a reassuring smile, running her hoof along the table and placing it on your free hand.
>”Come on, it’ll help to vent.”
>You placed your beer down, gripping her hoof with your now free hand.
“Right.”
>She already knew this song and dance, but she was right. It would certainly help to just get it out.
>So, you recounted your story.
“Today was basically the same as every other day,” you began.
>The mare leaned forward with interest as you continued.

>>25378209
“I woke up to an empty bed, grabbed some breakfast, and immediately hunted down my wife. I kept telling myself, like every other day, that today would be different. That today, I would convince her to put aside the work, and do something with me. That today, I-I would get my wife back.”
>You choked on the last bit, your shield beginning to crack under the copious amounts of beer you consumed with an empty stomach.
>You held a lot in. Your wife just didn’t seem to care about you anymore, and the way you felt grew worse everyday.
>But you had to be strong.
>You couldn’t let them see you break.
>Not like this.
“I found her working in the study, fucking typical, right?”
>She didn’t say anything in response, just nodded.
>You found yourself tightening your grip on her hoof as you continued.
“I asked her to go to breakfast with me, which got me the typical answer. Then I moved onto dinner, then just tried to get her to spend a tiny bit of time with me. And every time, I was blown off.”
>You felt the dam beginning to struggle.
“I-I told her I loved her, a-and she couldn’t even bother saying i-it-”
>You stopped in your tracks, as a solitary tear ran down your cheek.
>The dam had began to overflow.
>You choked back the tears, as you attempted to get ahold of yourself before the dam collapsed.
>You were beginning to hyperventilate, so you began some breathing exercises that Salty had shown you in the past.
>’Combat breathing’, he called it.
>You breathed in through your nose, counting down the seconds.
>One…
>Two…
>Three…
>Four…
>You held in your breath, counting down another four seconds, before exhaling for another four seconds.
>You repeated this process until you had finally managed to gain control of yourself.
>Yet another disastrous collapse avoided.

>25378223
“I love that mare…” you finally say, looking Lyra dead in the eyes, “I give it my all to try and fix things. But she disregards me, completely. She doesn’t give two shits about me.”
>You found yourself laughing to yourself.
“I almost wish that she cheated on me, or that we were just fighting. Even in those scenarios, she’d at least talk to me. She’d probably still care. And we could work through it, and become stronger, together.”
>You stopped talking, and took a long drink from your beer, before going on.
“But it’s not like that. It’s like my wife is dead, just a fucking zombie that does nothing but works and tells me to fuck off.”
>You finally finished. The anger was gone now.
>All you felt now, was defeat.
“I don’t even care if we go out, or if we make love, or anything. All I want is to talk to my wife for five minutes. Just a normal, regular conversation. I want to hear that she loves me. But even that… I don’t think that’s a reality anymore.”

I got work in a bit. I'll keep writing during my lunch later today.

>>25378236
>This feels, I did not ask for them.
Good start, MnM.

>>25378236
Damn...too much feels

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>>25373249
Without don't die! Been reading your story since day 1 and you're one of the few reasons I come to /mlp/. Take a break, write something else, do what you want but don't die on us!

>>25378236
>”Anon…”
>You looked at the mare who sat across from you, who was giving you one of the most caring looks you’ve seen.
>Not even Twilight could best what you were seeing right now.
>”I’m here for you, no matter what,” she reassured you with a pleasant smile.
>Her smile was infectious, as one spread across your face.
“Thank you.”
>The feeling of defeat washed away, and was soon replaced by a warm feeling in your gut as you stared into her caring eyes, finding comfort in the soft hooves that you held in your grip.
>She leaned across the table, and gave you an affectionate nuzzle.
>”Do you have anything going on?” she inquired as she leaned back into her seat, her normally mint cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I was think we could…”
“I don’t have anything going on,” your grin grew slightly wider.
>Even if you did, the last thing you wanted to do was go back right now.
>”Let’s get out of here, then. Find something to do.”

I'm not back yet. Just posting something real quick like.

>>25379312
Lyra is a cute ''dyke''.

>>25379312
MOAR

>>25381650
I should have some more out soon.

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Don't know what this pic is from and why does people don't like it, but I will post it anyway.

>>25379312
>You stumbled out of the Salty Sailor, feelings much better than you did when you entered.
>Might be because of the numerous beers in your system, but it also might be related to the fact Salty came over and told you everything was on the house.
>He said it was because he figured you didn’t have any money since you were naked as a jaybird, but it was more likely because he was sympathetic to your struggle.
>What a bro.
>That reminds you…
“Hey Lyra?”
>The mare stopped in her tracks, looking up at you expectantly.
“Would you mind if I stopped by my place real quick like? I should probably get some pants.”
>A concern expression crossed her face.
>”Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Not really, no. I mean, I like to feel the breeze between my knees, but-”
>She gently shushed you, getting you to shut up.
>“I mean, is it a good idea to go back there in your current state?”
>You shrugged.
“I’m just getting some clothes, I don’t think I have to worry about anything.”
>The mare didn’t seem convinced, but she went along with it.
>”Alright, if you say so, Anon.”

>>25382443
>You are Lyra.
>As you and your friend Anonymous begin your journey towards Twilight’s castle, you take a moment to remember how you got here.
>It was about ten months ago when you met Anon at one of Pinkie Pie’s party, back when everybody but Twilight and her friends thought he was a monster.
>You were honestly terrified by him.
>But once Pinkie Pie introduced you to him, and the two of you began to converse, you came to realize something.
>Behind that frightening exterior, lay not a monster, but a major sweetheart.
>A bit eccentric, but a sweetheart nonetheless.
>You giggled a bit to yourself as he introduced himself as ‘Anonymous, Destroyer of Cunts’ to your friend Bon-Bon when they met.
>You quickly befriended him, and it wasn’t long before the two of you were the best of friends.
>Well, best of bros, as he liked to call it.
>The two of you were seemingly unable to go a day without spending some time together.

>>25382715
>However, your relationship with him didn’t become what it was today until about a month into his marriage with Twilight.
>You noticed a couple weeks into his marriage that he wasn’t his usual self anymore.
>It seemed like he was slowly losing all his joy in life.
>You tried to talk to him about it, but he’d just shrug it off, saying he was fine.
>Two weeks later, he finally opened up to you, telling you about how Twilight just wasn’t there for him anymore.
>In fact, it seemed like she was doing everything in her power to avoid the man.
>It was at that point that you two didn’t just become the best of friends, you became to barrier between him and his life completely falling apart.
>Before you had met him, you were mostly alone, and you weren’t about to let your friend down.
>And so, for the next five months, you comforted Anon whenever you needed to, which was seemingly daily.
>You spent time with him when Twilight blew him off.
>You were affectionate with him when she refused to.
>You did everything in your power to make sure Anon was happy whenever he was with you.
>And you would continue to do so until he didn’t need you to anymore.

>>25382731
More!!!!

>>25382731#
>''And you would continue to do so until he didn’t need you to anymore.''
That hit very close to home.
Also, English is strange.

>>25382908
My lunch is over. I'll write more once I finish up with everything in a couple hours.

>>25382715
>>25382731
Hitting hard so fucking early. This is some dope green, MnM.

>>25382731
>You are Anonymous.
>You find yourself standing outside your not-so-humble abode, a sight you regularly dread when you’re out and about.
>Truth be told, since Twilight basically refuses to do anything with you, you avoid the castle whenever you can.
>Being here brings nothing but sadness to you.
>But you’re just here for pants, so, you can deal.
“You wanna come inside?”
>Your companion’s ears perked up at her offer, but she shook her head.
>”Nah, I’m good out here.”
>You nodded, understanding.
>Lyra had a similar view of the castle. She didn’t say it often, but you knew she had grown to despise Twilight for how she treats you.
>You couldn’t blame her.
>You entered the castle and rushed up to your bedroom.
>You were hopeful that you might run into your wife there or on the way, maybe have a chat with her.
>Anything, really.
>But, alas, the princess remained ever elusive, likely couped up in her study.
>As usual.
>As you rummaged through your closet, looking for the right pair of clothes to wear, you wondered briefly if she even spent time with the other Elements of Harmony anymore.
>Hell, you didn’t even think she even did anything official with them anymore.
>She just… worked.
>You shook yourself from your thoughts. Lyra had just undone this morning’s damage.
>The last thing you needed to do was think yourself back into your previous state.
>You tried to not think of your wife as you assembled your attire for the day, which consisted of some faded jeans and a plain black shirt.
>...
>It’s a bit chilly out.
>You grabbed a jacket, which you had Rarity custom make back when you got here.
>You’ve been wanting a scorpion jacket ever since you watched Drive back in the day.
>Feeling content with your attire, you donned your jacket, and began to make your way out of the castle to rejoin the mare who was waiting on you.

>>25383654
Moar!

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>>25383654
>As you walked out of the castle, you immediately began to feel much, much better.
>Lyra spotted you as you began to walk her way, and immediately closed the distance between the two of you.
>She sidled up alongside you, her body brushing up against your legs as she looked up to you.
>”So, what do you wanna do?”
>Now, that was a good question.
>The answer was pretty clear, though. You wanted to spend time with-
>No, you can’t think about her. You’re with your friend. You need to stop being a selfish prick and think about Lyra.
>And that’s what you’ll do.
“You know, I really don’t know. Why don’t you pick?”
>”Uh…”
>The mare scratched her head, probably coming up with as many ideas as you had.
“Wanna just go to the park and hang out until we come up with an idea?”
>She nodded.
“Sure Anon, I’d love to!”

I'll keep going in like an hour. Basically done with everything at work, just need to put stuff away.

>>25372652
This. >>25340738

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>>25373626
> Start over.
No. At best I would comb through it and clean it up.
> Write something new.
Maybe.

> No one criticized it.
Sure they have. And I completely welcome constructive criticism. I was way into the story, but it is still my first story. I don't claim it's flawless. In fact I apologize for mistakes alot. My issue is my story literally killed the last thread with "It's shit". Which is fine, I'm not necessarily bothered by that. If it's not your cup of tea, so be it. But it is a little disheartening. I try to do what I can with the little time I have.

>>25373696
> Continuation of Dash story.
Maybe.

>>25375840
I came to far to not finish it. It was kinda almost there anyway. I just might finish it in the bin instead.

>>25375994
> Dangus?
I really don't mind the actual criticism. I take it for what it worth, and it has helped me alot. I tried to keep the thread going when it was sinking, to be swamped with "It's shit" and what seemed to be through disappointment. Even the, I don't deserve any praise. Which is fine. Whatever I tried. I'm happy I did. I wasn't necessarily writing to please an audience, but it makes me happy when it's enjoyed. I knew where I want/wanted it to go. Maybe I did bend here and there to keep the interest and thread alive. Idk.

>>25377387
Thanks for reading bud.

>>25377521
All I know is ball.. and good... and Rape!..

>>25377984
This. Sorry too.

>>25379251
> Since day 1.
Thanks friend.

>>25384709
Am I blind? Where's your pastebin mate?
>>25385356
Still waiting for continuation of your story.

>>25385597
Just started the story in this thread. I'll make one before the next one is made.

>>25384765
Already got start, m8. But thanks.

>>25382428
Homeless whore thread
Feels and shit

>>25384709
>It wasn’t long before you found yourself on your back, resting your head on your arms as you relaxed by the Ponyville Lake, Lyra beside your side
>You stared up at the blue sky above you, watching the clouds as they lazily floated in and out of your vision.
>You sat up, feeling the urge for a drink, and you reached for the six pack you grabbed on the way to the park, ripping one of the bottles from it’s packaging.
“Hey Lyra, mind opening this for me?”
>The mare sat up and looked your way, before spotting the bottle you were holding out to her.
>”Sure Anon!”
>The mare’s horn lit up with a golden aura, and soon a matching aura surrounding the cap.
>Seconds later, the cap flew off, hitting you right in the eye.
“Ow!”
>”Whoops!” A horrified expression crossed Lyra’s face as she hopped into your lap, leaning in as she examined your eye. “Are you alright?”
>You smiled at the mare’s over the top concern for your well being.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I wish I wasn’t, though. Eyepatches are cool. Plus I could talk about the booty in a pirate accent all day.”
>You took a drink from your beer, before placing your unoccupied hand on the top of Lyra’s head, giving her an affectionate scratch behind the ear.
>The mare breathed a content sigh, falling into your chest as your fingers did what they did best.
>You sat there, casually drinking away your beer as the mare in your lap went numb with pleasure.
>Silence reigned between the two of you, only being broken by the occasion coo and sigh from your friend.
>As you began to lost focus, you briefly reminisced about the times you would do this with Twilight.
>She was basically putty in your hands (no pun intended) when ever you used them on her. Whether you were washing her mane, scratching her ears, or getting l-lewd with her, she couldn’t get enough of it.
>God… you missed being able to touch her without getting told to fuck off...

>>25386589
>You are Lyra, and you are in fucking heaven right now.
>You almost moaned as Anon continued his onslaught on your ears.
“Nnnnnnng~” you breathed out, moaning silently into his chest as he touched a particularly sensitive area.
>So much for almost.
>You wondered if your friend even realized what his fingers did to you.
>You knew he did the same things with… her… so you assumed he-
>He stopped?
>You took a second to regain your composure, before unburying your face from his chest and looking up at him.
>He had a look in his eyes, a look you’ve seen a million times.
>It expressed many emotions. Sadness, loneliness, despair, and many more.
>It was never a good sight.
“Anon…?”
>You didn’t get a response.
>That’s an even worse sign.
“Anon!” You cried out desperately, trying to get his attention.
>Even your cries failed to pull him out of his trance.
>Whenever he became like this, pulling him back to reality could prove challenging.
>But there was one surefire way to get him to snap out of it.
>You didn’t like it, but the both of knew it was better than the alternative.
>You brought your hoof back, and struck out at the human, slapping him across the face.
“SNAP OUT OF IT!”

>>25386745
>You are Anonymous.
>And you just got reminded that Lyra pimp hoof game is strong.
>You rubbed at your reddenned cheek, relishing in the pain.
>It was always out of desperation, a last ditch attempt to get you out of a deep state of emotional turmoil, and you knew that Lyra absolutely despised striking you.
>But with her slaps came peace, and you were grateful for them.
>Even if it did sting afterwards.
>”I-I’m sorry, A-Anon,” she began to choke out an apology, “I-I just-”
>You put a finger to her lip, shushing her as you flashed her a reassuring smile.
“It’s okay, Lyra. I’m fine. It just stings a bit.”
>You took a sip from your beer, before holding the beer up to the spot where you were hit.
>The pain beginning to be numbed by the ice cold bottle, you wrapped your unoccupied arm around the mare’s back and pulled her in close, eliciting a small squeak from the pony.
“Thank you,” you breathed into her ear.
>She looked up at you with those golden irises of hers
>”What? I just slapped you! Don’t-”
>You shushed her. The mare fell silent, and you took the opportunity to speak.
“It’s not that. It’s just… well, you’re always there for me whenever I need somebody. I really appreciate it, Lyra.”
>She smiled, before reciprocating your hug, her hooves almost crushing you as she squeezed you.
>”Hey, don’t mention it. What are friends for?”
>You matched her grin, and did your best to match the strength of her hug with the one arm available to you.
“I’m sure, someday, you’re going to make some guy really happy.”

>>25386846
>“I’m sure, someday, you’re going to make some guy really happy.”
>You are Lyra.
>You continued to smile pleasantly at the man you have your hooves wrapped around, but on the inside, you were screaming.
>The two of you had been friends for almost a year, and yet, Anon still didn’t know how you felt about him.
>It wasn’t long after the two of you became friends that you began to crush on him.
>But at the time, you couldn’t work up the courage to act on your feelings.
>For months, you kept trying to build up the courage to say something.
>The day you were going to finally tell him, you were informed by an extremely intoxicated and ecstatic Anon that he had proposed to Twilight, and that she had said yes.
>You acted happy and celebrated with him that night, but really, you were devastated.
>You felt like your chance at a happy life had been stolen from you.
>And then their marriage began to fail, not even a month in, thanks to Twilight neglecting him.
>Over these last several months, you’ve grown to despise your childhood friend.
>There was no other way to say it.
>You hated Twilight.
>You hated the way she treated Anon.
>You hated how she took him for granted.
>You hated how she stole him from you.
>You wanted to tell Anon the truth.
>You wanted to tell him everything.
>You wanted HIM. You wanted him to be your ‘some guy’.
>But you couldn’t, because you knew that Anon still loved Twilight, and he was still married to her.
>All you could do was support him

>>25386943
>”So, I’ve been thinking…”
>You put an end to your inner dialogue and gave the man your complete attention.
>”You know, you do so much for me, it’s only polite to do something for you.”
>You gave Anon your best smile.
>He was too sweet.
“I don’t need anything, Anon. I’m just looking out for my friend.”
>You weren’t lying either. Your feelings for him and Twilight aside, you supported Anon because you cared deeply for him.
>He shook his head.
>”No, I insist. Besides, it’ll make life a tad bit easier on me to not have to cancel these reservations.”
>You raised a curious brow at him.
“What reservations?”
>A cheeky grin spread across his face.
>”Well, I made reservations for dinner tonight at this new Prench place in case Twilight decided to come around.”
>His grin faltered slightly at the mention of his wife, but it didn’t disappear, thankfully.
>”So, instead of just cancelling the reservations like I usually do, I figured that, since I really, really do owe you one, and we were looking for something to do tonight anyways, you could just take over for Twilight and come out with me.”
>Your eyes lit up at this.
>Was he asking you out?
>You mentally slapped yourself at this thought; of course he wasn’t asking you out, the guy’s married.
>But… the whole thing did seem quite romantic.
>Just the two of you, alone at some swanky Prench restaurant.
>Anon was a prince, even if it was just by marriage. There’s no doubt that he was asking you to somewhere high class with him, especially if he intended on Twilight going with him.
>Your heart fluttered as you fantasized about the evening ahead.
>”So… are you on board?”
>Huh?
>You giggled as you shook yourself out of your fantasies, but nodding at the man.
>”I’d love nothing more than to accompany you, Anon.”

>>25386949
I'm passing out. I'll have some more updates out in the morning.

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>>25386943
>This whole post.
Shit, man, this feels.

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>>25386957
I'm already involved. Keep it up.

>>25386957
Go to sleep.

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>The last good Rockstar Games game for eternity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUXGW6sWYDY

>>25386949
>>”I’d love nothing more than to accompany you, Anon.”
shoulda been whitetexted, right?

Anyway... you're wrecking feels right about now. keep going

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>>25385356
Your story didn't kill the last thread with 'It's shit,' it filled the last thread full of good story discussion about the merits of a plot thread. The major point of conflict was whether or not there was any basis to the Luna-Anon relationship, and I remain flabbergasted that people find it an unrealistic storyline. It seems entirely believable to me that to cope with being cheated on one can radically shift the object of their desires like that, I've seen it happen before.

I'm also not clear anyone said your story was shit. There were people claiming they found the Luna-Anon plotline a little tough to swallow, and people saying it was taking a long time to get out and they were losing interest. That has absolutely zero to do with the caliber of the story, and only one of those is a real criticism and one which all of us are guilty of.

Once again, if you want to just finish it off in the bin that's your choice, but I think the reaction in this thread as well as my own perspective on the issue suggests there's people who still like to read your updates here.

Also, danglus is just my term for someone who's being silly. Like you, you goose, getting excessively self-critical like that. I know the feeling, I get danglusy all the time as well when I receive harsh complaints about my stories; it can be a very disheartening. The important thing for me at least is to always keep in mind why I'm writing, not for those people who dislike my plot or my story, but for myself.

I might be expressing myself poorly, I've got the flu, there was an attempted car theft on me, and now there was an armed robbery on Friday a half-hour after I left in the parking lot here at school where my winter car is now parked, probably by my would-be carjackers. I'm a little frazzled.

>>25388059
Damn, I thought crime like that was wierd in Mapleland, aka. ''Canada''.

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>>25376979
>Lyra
Meh

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Writefriend of one of your writefags. Kinda in the mood to write a feelsy thing involving Ponka wife with Anon and Dash having conflicting feelings. Y'all down for that?

>>25387873
Whoops.Yeah, I just wrote that in green by default since I usually write in Anon's perspective. I was like two seconds from blacking out at that point.

>>25388542
#rude

>>25388637
It sounds like something I was reading in FiMFiction a long time ago. I'll give it a shot.

>>25388880
Alright then, I'm home so I'm getting ready to work on it.

>>25386949
>You are still Lyra.
>After several hours of idle chit chat and drinking with Anon, the two of you decided to go your separate ways so you could get ready for tonight.
>You felt yourself grow flustered at the thought of dining out with Anon.
>Even if it was just a thing between friends, it was hard not to think about it as something else.
>Deep down, you wished it could be something else.
>Even deeper down, you wished you could make it into something else.
>But you couldn’t do that to Anon for your own selfish reasons.
>As much as you hated Twilight, and as much as you loved Anon, you could never force yourself on him.
>He would only hate you for that, even if his wife treated lower than trash.
>You groaned, slapping a hoof to your forehead as you tried desperately to stop thinking about… her.
>All it did was work you up, and that was terrible for your complexion.

>>25389275
Looking forward to it, Anon.

>>25389463
>You are Anonymous.
>You found yourself sitting on your lonely bed, your attire for tonight lying folded neatly beside you.
>You hated being here, but you had nothing to do. You had an hour before you had to get out of here and meet up with Lyra at the Epicure.
>You looked over longingly to the bedroom doors, hoping against hope that Twilight would walk through them.
>At this point, however, you knew deep down seeing her outside of her study just wasn’t going to happen.
>She didn’t even meet up with delegates or save Equestria with her friends anymore.
>She wouldn’t even leave that cursed room to eat, she’d have a servant bring food up to her.
>...how did she use the bathroom?
>You felt a horrifying shiver run down your spine as you remembered those disgusting NEETs on 4chan who collected their waste in jugs.
>You hoped your wife hadn’t gone that far.
>A sigh escaped your mouth as you reached over to the nightstand and grabbed your glass of water, taking a sip from it.
>As much as you enjoyed making a drunken ass of yourself, you wanted to sober up for tonight.
>For Lyra’s sake.
>At the thought of your friend, you felt a warm feeling develope in your chest.
>You had other friends, and Twilight’s friends cared for you as well…
>...but they were never there for you when you needed them, unlike Lyra.
>She was always there.
>You had to make tonight special.
>For her.

>>25389475
>An hour later, you were on your way to the train station.
>It took you a while to figure out what you were going to wear, but eventually you decided on the first suit that Rarity had designed for you.
>It was a charcoal suit with a simple crimson tie.
>It certainly wouldn’t be as fancy as some of the attire the Canterlot elite would be wearing, but what the fuck were they going to do?
>Turn you away?
>You’re a mother fucking prince.
>An alcoholic prince who’s the joke of the royal family, but a prince nonetheless.
>At least all the beer companies wanted you in their ads.
>You stopped, realizing you had arrived at the train station while you were lost in your thoughts.
>You looked around, trying to spot a certain mint green unicorn milling about, but had no luck.
>She was probably still getting ready.
>It didn’t matter what species they were, women would always take their sweet time getting ready.
>You shrugged and took a seat on an unoccupied bench, before stretching out and relaxing.
>At least you knew she would actually show up, even if she ran a bit late.
>Unlike you wife.
>You felt that dark feeling in your gut as you thought about the last time you were at this train station, just a little over five months ago.
>It was the last time Twilight agreed to go out with you.
>You had gotten reservations Dorsia, which was difficult, even with you being married to a national hero and being a member of the royal family by marriage.
>This was back when things were just starting to get rough.
>She would still talk to you back then.
>You’d still sleep together at night, and you’d occasionally wake up to her beautiful face.
>You went to her study, and told her you were taking her out.
>She was elated. She actually wanted to go with you, it seemed.
>She worked throughout the day, and you relished in the feeling of getting your marriage back on track.

>>25389778

>When it came time to leave, you found that your wife was still working.
>She told you she’d meet you at the train station.
>You figured she would just get ready real quick, and that she would just teleport to the station when she was ready.
>So you took her word and walked over to the train station on your own.
>And there you waited…
>And waited…
>And waited…
>The trains came and went, and you still sat there, stubbornly refusing to believe you were getting blown off.
>That all your efforts were in vain.
>The next thing you knew, the train station was closed, and you were still alone.
>You went back home, and immediately went up to her study, where you found her, still working.
>When you demanded to know why you got stood up by your own wife, you got the same old excuse you were now used to.
>’I was busy.’
>That was the last day your wife actually acknowledged you, beyond telling you to leave her alone so she could work.
>From that night on, you slept alone.
>From that day on, you were alone.

>>25389792
drowning in glorious green

>>25389902
BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.

>>25389792
>You were shaken from your thoughts as a pair of soft appendages covered your eyes.
>”Guess who?” a familiar feminine voice breathed into your ear.
>’Not your wife,’ something deep inside you said.
>You ignored your inner voice, and played along.
“The mercenary? The masked mare?”
>”H-huh?”
>You grinned, turning around as the mare uncovered your eyes.
“Relax Lyra, I’m just being-”
>You stopped midsentence, as you took in your friend.
>Lyra usually cared as much about appearances as Rainbow Dash did.
>Usually.
>She was wearing a silk dark purple dress, much of the fabric being covered up by what appeared to be a small layer of purple gems of varying hues.
>She wore a matching bowtie in her shockingly neatly combed mane, covered in the same gems that covered her dress.
>She wore makeup, but only a minimal amount to enhance her natural features.
>And her perfume… she smelled of lilacs and daisys. It hardly overpowered you like most perfumes did, it smelt lovely, and it was just barely there in the background.
>Frankly, she looked stunning.
>Lyra caught you staring, as an unsure look crossed her face.
>”D-do you not like it?”
>You flashed her a reassuring smile.
“You look beautiful, Lyra.”

>>25389952
>You are Lyra.
>You didn’t even comprehend what Anon said for a few seconds.
>But as he looked at you with a gaze that not even you could read, with a grin that made your heart throb, you realized you hadn’t lost it.
>He just called you beautiful.
>You immediately felt your cheeks begin to burn, and you imagined that they more than likely turned a deep shade of scarlet.
>You tried to respond to his compliment, but you could only stammer out a few syllables.
>To say you were flustered, was an understatement.
>He chuckled at your reaction, before patting the seat beside him.
>”Quit acting so bashful and come sit with me.”
>You nodded, trotting around the bench and climbing up on it, sitting beside the man.
>He leaned towards you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in closer.
>You welcomed this, curling up on your side, and using his lap as if it were a pillow.
>A hand found it’s way to your now exposed belly, his fingers beginning run back and forth along it.
>You bit your lip, doing you best to not get any more flustered than you already were.
>Your legs kicked a bit at the man’s touch, and you felt a familiar moistness begin to form between your flanks.
>What was it about hands that did these things to you?

>>25390288
>Trying to keep yourself from getting to worked up, you looked up at your friend with an inquisitive look.
“So, where are we going to eat?”
>”Oh, I didn’t tell you?”
>You shook your head no.
>”Huh. It’s kind of new. It’s called Epicure, it’s a-”
“EPICURE?!”
>Your friend flinched a bit at your sudden outburst.
“Heh… sorry…”
>”It’s cool.”
>His smile immediately put you at ease.
>”I assume you’ve heard of the place?”
>You nodded.
“Yeah, Bonnie told me about. She told me the cheapest entree was like 200 bits!”
>He snickered at this.
>”You’re not wrong. This outing’s probably going to cost me a couple thousand bits.”
>You felt your draw almost drop.
>Two thousand?!
>You were lucky if you made that much in a month.
>”Good thing I effectively get paid by the state because I just happened to marry a princess,” he said offhandedly.
>Any further conversation was interrupted by a distant train whistle.
>Anon perked up at the sound.
>”Sounds like our ride is here.”

I gotta go to work. I'll have more updates out soon.

Also, check em.

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>>25390323

>>25373249
Oh shit man, i did some critique on your story but i never Wanted you to stop writing!

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>>25388059
My last post was under the influence of a few beers. So there's that.
Maybe I'll keep going maybe not. We'll see. Not looking for attention or pity, but thanks for the opinion bruh. Now stfu and gimme green. Luuvv yyoouu.

>>25390323
Fuck you for making me feel a feel... jerk.. do it again.
> relevance hurt is relevant.

>>25391056
I don't mind critique. It helps me. Maybe I was just being a butt blasted faggot but it was a lot of negative from everyone really fast.
I never wanted to have to spell out what was going on because I enjoyed the discussion of opinions early on. It amazes me how much no one understood running from problems and the concept of a 'rebound' [not to say that is or isn't happening] I never said any of it was right or ideal or what I would even do. It's just a story.
End rant.

... I think someone might be trying to fuck me up. I just had to call my credit card company because I had $1300 in charges I never made to ticketmaster and GameTime. Someone stole my credit card info.

This is madness. Why is everything suddenly cascading into horribleness?

>>25391769
What the fuck, bro. You piss somebody off recently?

>>25391261
If it is any consultation, I liked your story (if it is the rebound one where anon goes from Twi to Luna.)

Here's my Pastebin for the story, since someone asked for one: http://pastebin.com/wwqA89bB

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Sorry it's taking so long for me to get this first update going. I slept like shit last night and had a late dinner. It'll be my first time writing something sad though, so there's that.
Don't worry though, I figured out what the conflict is gonna be at least. Gimme a couple hours or so and I should have a dump ready.

>>25391769
because life sucks. Maybe it's a sign to write for free.

>>25390323
>You are Anonymous.
>After the train came to stop in the station, you climbed aboard, your friend right behind you.
>You walked about the mostly empty train until you found the bar.
>Grabbing a couple beers for Lyra and yourself, you made your way to a nearby booths, plopping down in one of the chairs and stretching out on it.
>Instead of taking the seat opposite from you, your friend hopped into your lap, leaning against your chest.
>You didn’t mind, Lyra was always really affectionate, and it was something you enjoyed as much as she did.
>Plus, married or not, it was hard to complain about a beautiful mare sitting on your disco stick.
>Not like Twilight would care enough to protest.
>You felt the immediate urge for a drink the moment you thought of your wife.
>You grabbed your bottle off the table, taking a quick sip from it.
>You had sobered up, for the most part, earlier, so one beer wouldn’t hurt you, or ruin anybody’s evening.
>The single beer wouldn’t take her off your mind.
>You still loved her, but…
>It’s over five months since you’ve even had a meaningful conversation.
>Let alone gone out on do something.
>You’ve tried everything. You’ve brought her gifts, gotten tickets to extremely exclusive shows, gotten reservations at restaurants that only an extremely small percentage of the population could get into, and still, nothing.
>Everything you could think of that could save your marriage and give you your wife back has failed.
>She was always too busy for you.
>She was... too busy even to tell you that she loved you.
>That defeated feeling popped up once again.

>>25392599
>You took another drink, before looking down at the mare using you as her seat.
“Lyra…?”
>Her ears perked up at use of her name.
>She glanced up at you with an inquisitive look.
>”Yeah, Anon?”
>You breathed a defeated sigh, before going on.
“What should I do?”
>She raised a brow at your question.
>”What do you mean, Anon?”
“Let me rephrase the question…”
>You steeled yourself to say something you never thought you’d say six months ago, and forced them out.
“Should I divorce Twilight?”

I'm basically done with everything at work, but I won't have the internet to post any updates till later tonight.

Check em.

>>25392619
I'm loving the green, MnM.

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>>25392619
And Lyra wins.
She is best waifu afterall.

Good night, people, stay based
No pic because cellphone

>>25392869
I want to cum inside Lyra Heartstrings.

Also I just realized I can create a mobile hotspot using my tablet, so expect updates soon.

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>>25392869
>Human-loving pony will always be marred by fandom dykeshit creeping into the show

>>25392574
Okay, m8, looking foward to it

>>25393098
It could've been worse.

They could've used the dykeshit as a soap box to show off how "progressive" they are.

Shit's fucking retarded either way, though.

>>25392619
IT BEGINS

Bitches don't realize what they got till it's gone.

>>25393117
You're in luck. I just finished with the intro. I'm gonna dump it and hit the hay. Seeya guys tomorrow afternoon or evening.

>You awoke to a fluffy pink head of hair.
>It had been a couple years since you and Pinkie Pie got married.
>Arriving in this strange land had caused you plenty of trouble.
>You wouldn't trade it for anything though.
>You nuzzled her cheek and she fluttered her eyes open.
>She let out a big yawn and giggled, "Morning Nonny!"
"Morning Pinkie."
>You gave her a smooch and stretched your body out.
>You could still make this work.
>It was hard to keep up with her enthusiasm though.
>The spark had started to fade.
>You needed to find some way to reignite it.
>"Nonny? Something bothering you?"
>You were snapped out of your thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, uh it's nothing Pinkie, don't worry about it."
>"If you say so, just remember I'm always here for you cupcake!"
>You rolled out of bed and landed on your feet.
>Pinkie hopped into your arms and snuggled up against your chest.
"Come on, let's go get some breakfast, honey."
>She gave you a peck on the cheek.
>It killed you, it really did.
>You wanted to love her as hard as she loved you.
>But you couldn't figure out how she did it.
>"Nonny, you have that look on your face again."
"Just thinking to myself, that's all."
>"You look worried, and I don't like seeing my snuggle muffin worried."
>You scratch her ears and she whinnies.
"I like to think about how I'm gonna make you happy, dearie."
>She giggles, "Oh Nonny! You don't have to worry about that!"
>She nuzzles the underside of your chin.
>"Just being with you is enough to make me happy."
>You wish you could believe that.
>You make it to the kitchen and she hops out of your arms.
>"Now come on, let's make some pancakes before the Cakes get up!"

>>25393303
>You stared at her big, blue eyes as she hummed a little tune.
>She was so beautiful it was heartbreaking.
>You just couldn't think of a way to express yourself like she could.
>The two of you set the pancakes on the table.
>"Don't forget the syrup!"
>She hops onto the counter and opens a cabinet.
>She pulled out a bottle of syrup and tossed it to you.
>You caught the bottle and poured on some extra syrup for her.
"Just the way you like it!"
>She closed the cabinet and wiggled her rump in the air.
>"Catch me Nonny!"
>You set the bottle down and braced yourself for impact.
>She leaped into your arms and latched her limbs around your waist.
>She planted a big wet kiss on your lips and smiled.
>The two of you sat cuddled up next to each other and ate your pancakes.
>Sometimes you even fed Pinkie a bite of your pancakes.
>She called them "indirect kisses."
>Eventually Mr. and Mrs. Cake came downstairs with the babies.
>Your name was the fourth name they learned.
>Or rather, Nonnymus was the fourth name they learned.
>Mrs. Cake gave the two of you a warm smile.
>"Good morning dearies, how are you two doing?"
>Pinkie licked the syrup off of her lips and smiled.
>"We're doing great Mrs. Cake! Don't worry, we saved some for you guys!"
>You had all agreed to have a family breakfast at least once a week.
>Apparently they had started slacking off before you married Pinkie.
>"So what are you two gonna do for your weekend?"
>You swallowed a bit of pancake you had in your mouth.
"I'm not sure Mr. Cake, you got any ideas Pinkie?"
>She rubbed her chin, "Wellll, I could ask Dashie if she wants to hang out!"
"Why Dash?"
>She raises an eyebrow, "Uh, 'cause she's super cool? Duh!"
>You chuckled.
"Alright then, I guess we're hanging out with Rainbow Dash then."

>>25393317
>The twins started playing with their food.
>"Non Non! Non Non!"
>You gave them the gentlest smile you could.
"What is it little guy?"
>Pound Cake gave you a piece of butter.
>"Butter!"
>You tried to decrypt his message.
>You blushed.
"I didn't think he paid attention to how much I look at Pinkie's butt."
>Everyone but Mrs. Cake was laughing.
>"Pound Cake! Don't be rude!"
>He stuck his tongue out and gave her an innocent look.
>"Pound Caaaake..."
>He pouted and crawled back over to her.
>You and Pinkie had finished your pancakes.
"Well, I guess we should get going."
>"No time like the present! Come on Nonny!"
>She dragged you along and you gave Mr. and Mrs. Cake a goodbye wave.
>The two of you were outside on the way to Dash's house.
"Seriously though, why Dash?"
>She giggled, "Come on Nonny, she totally likes you! You two are like, besties!"
>You were fairly certain that wasn't actually true.
"Yeah no, I think she hates my guts actually."
>Pinkie giggled, "She's just a little shy sometimes."
>You smiled.
"What, did Fluttershy rub off on her or something?"
>Pinkie let out a little snort.
>Normally you don't like snorts, but something about Pinkie's snorts were adorable.
>"Good one Nonny!"
>You'd made it to the cloudhouse.
>"Hey Dashie! You wanna hang out?!"
>The blue blur backflipped out of her house and did a ten-point landing.
>"Sure thing Pinkiiiiiii-"
>She broke.
>"What is HE doing here?!"
>"He's my husband, Dashie."
>"Whatever, it's not like he has to be glued to your hip or anything!"
>Pinkie frowned, "Aw, I thought that was a fun experiment, right Nonny?"
>Her hip did feel kinda nice attached to yours.
>You nodded.
"I can go if you want me to."
>"N-no! I'm just saying you two kissing and cuddling is so gross!"

>>25393332
>You laughed.
"That sounds like repressed feelings to me."
>"Yeah Dashie, are you repressing your feelings?"
>She grumbled, "I really don't need this right now..."
>Pinkie wraps a hoof around her, "Aw cheer up Dashie! We're here for you!"
"Yeah, so who's the lucky stallion or mare?"
>She scrunched her nose up, "I keep telling you I'm not into mares."
"Uhuh, well who is the unlucky guy?"
>She smirked, "Subtle."
"That's not a name."
>She frowned, "Gosh, you're such a jerk!"
>"Is it anypony we know?"
>Dash chuckled, "You could say that..."
>You'd never seen her blush before.
>It was actually pretty cute.
>"Just wish I hadn't fallen in love with such a dork..."
>Pinkie giggles, "Can't be as much of a dork as my Nonny is!"
>You raised a finger to object and shrugged, she was right.
>"You'd be surprised, actually."
"I need to find this guy and fight him for my title of Best Dork."
>You hear her chuckle, "You'd have a hard time beating him."
>You rub your knuckles on your chest.
"Yeah, well I'm pretty awesome."
>Turns out Dash also had cute snorts.
>Pinkie hopped between the two of you with a picnic basket.
>"While you guys were talking I got us some food! I'll go find us a nice spot!"
>She pranced off with the basket on her back.
"Listen Dash, I'm sorry for being a dick. I just like to tease you is all."
>You hear an almost inaudible whisper.
"What was that?"
>It got a little louder.
"I still can't hear you."
>"I-it's you..."
"What?"
>"Y-you, I like you. Happy now?"
>Not at all.
"You can't be serious, I don't even work out."
>She was tearing up, "I just don't understand..."
"Understand what?"
>"I'm supposed to represent loyalty, so why do I want to hurt my best friend like this?"
>You knelt down and stroked her mane.
"Hey now, it's alright to feel jealous now and then. Maybe even envious."
>She sniffed, "But I'm not supposed to..."

>>25393352
>You were getting a little worried.
"I'm sure we can find someone else to-"
>"No! I want you Anon!"
>She planted a kiss on your lips and pulled back.
>Her wings had flared up and she bit her lip.
>"Darn it, why am I so stupid?!"
>You heard Pinkie shouting, "Hey guys! I found a spot!"
"We'll talk about this later."
>"We should talk about it right now."
"Later, Dash."
>You'd really screwed up now.
>This was the last thing you needed.
>"Hope you two had fun while I was gone!"
>Shit shit shit.
"Yep, we had a nice discussion."
>Dash shrugged, "It was okay I guess."
>You eyeballed her.
>She gave you a cheeky grin.
>"Well come on Dashie, this picnic is for you!"
>"Wait, huh?"
>"Yeah! Nonny and I already had breakfast!"
>Dash blinks in confusion.
>"W-was this just an excuse to hang out with me?"
>"No, we don't need an excuse to hang out with you. Bringing you breakfast just helped."
"I guess you were right about her not hating me though, Pinkie."
>She gave you a big ol' grin, "See? Pinkie knows best!"
>You sat down between the two of them and laid down on the hill.
>Pinkie crawled onto your chest and snuggled you.
>"You wanna join us, Dashie?"
>She tried talking with her mouth full, "N-nuh!"
>"More for me then!"
>Pinkie booped your nose with her own and closed her eyes in glee.
>She sighed into you and smiled, "Love you Nonny."
"I love you too Pinkie."
>You just wish you knew how to show her how much you cared.
>You also had to deal with the massive screwup that just happened.
>You looked over at Dash and she rolled her eyes.
>What had you gotten yourself into this time?

And now I'm going to sleep like a brick. Later guys.

>>25392619
>You are Lyra.
>Your heart skipped a beat as you took in those words.
>You saw the look in his eyes.
>He was completely serious about this.
“Uh…”
>You had no idea what to say.
>Or rather, you did, but didn’t know how to say it.
>The man you loved, the one who had basically been completely dependent on you for affection and support for the past almost six months, was now asking if you if he should divorce his wife.
>Had you been a different mare, you would take advantage of this opportunity to take what was rightfully yours.
>But, deep down, you felt that was wrong.
>Anon had to talk himself into divorcing Twilight.
>...but that didn’t mean you couldn’t help him right that conclusion just a tad.
>Right?
>You opened your mouth to say something, but Anon beat you to it.
>”Lyra, it’s been five months since I’ve even had a discussion with Twilight that didn’t end with ‘I’m busy, go away!’” He did an over the top and rather whiney impression of his wife. “And we haven’t spent any quality time together since our honeymoon. It’s just… I don’t even have a wife at this point. I’ve lost her to… whatever the fuck she’s too busy with.”
>He breathed out another defeated swear.
>”It’s like… she’s not even married to me, she’s married to her work. That’s all she does! Spends every waking moment in that study.”
>A single tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another, and another.
>It was an unreal sight.
>After six months of emotional torture, the dam had finally collapsed.

>>25393690
>Before you was a broken man, a man who fought long and hard just for his wife’s affection, and lost the war.
>You shifted your body and turned to face your sobbing friend, and wrapped your forehooves around him.
>He immediately fell into the embrace, burying his face into you as he gripped you tightly.
>You didn’t even care about him dirtying the dress you saved up for an entire year to buy.
>You just wanted to be there for him.
>”S-she can’t e-even spare me a-a simple I-I love you,” he choked out between sobs.
>He unburied his face and looked you dead in the eyes.
>”W-why?” He demanded from you as if you held all the answers. “W-where did i-it all go wrong?”
“I-I-”
>He kept going, probably not even noticing your stammering.
>”W-what did I do wrong?”
>You tightened your grip on the man.
>”You didn’t do anything wrong, Anon…” you coo’d into his ear, rubbing his back in an effort to calm him down. “You did everything you could. Way more than anyone else would’ve done.”
>He stopped talking after this, though continued to sob softly as the two of you held each.
>As you took in the sight of your friend, finally broken after months of neglect, you felt your hatred for Twilight grow much, much stronger.
>That BITCH did this to him.
>He gave her everything, and she couldn’t even give him five minutes of her time.
>You felt physically ill at the fact that you actually used to call her your friend once upon a time.
>But there was a time to be sick about it later.
>Your friend needed you.

>>25393371
Good start fagget, need more to really say something but good start.

>>25393703
So much feels, well done MnM, well done.

>>25393912
Cheers m8. I'll have some more out soon.

>>25393703
>You weighed the moral implications of the actions you were considering.
>You previously didn’t speak your mind about Anon’s marriage in the past because you didn’t want him to be angry.
>Plus it seemed wrong to try to get the man you loved to leave his wife.
>But… seeing the broken man in front of you, you seriously doubted he’d be angry if you told him the truth.
>You weren’t doing this to steal Twilight’s man, even if you doubted she’d even notice or care if you did.
>You were doing this to put an end to his suffering.
>You were doing this to finally bring the joy back into his life.
>You knew what lay in wait for Anon if you didn’t do what needed to be done.
”Anon,” you spoke up, loud and stern enough to get his attention.
>He pulled his face out of your dress, looking you in the eye.
”I don’t know what’s going on with Twilight. I don’t really think anybody really does. But…”
>Here goes nothing.
“Ever since you married Twilight, all I’ve seen is that she doesn’t care. If she did, do you think she would treat you this way?”
>He shook his head.
>”No. I don’t.”
>You looked the man straight in the eye, and finally, you spoke the truth.
“It’s time to move on, Anon.”

>>25394971
>You are Anonymous.
>After almost six long months of constant neglect from your wife, you had finally broken down.
>The dam had collapsed, and everything it had been holding back has flooded out.
>Despite everything, you still loved Twilight.
>But… you didn’t love the Twilight of the present, you loved the Twilight of the past.
>Deep down, you’ve felt this way for a long time.
>You knew it was never going to get better, as much as you fought to change that.
>This morning finally pushed you over the edge.
>Until today, you would always get at least a half-hearted ‘I love you too’, back.
>Even if she blew you off and didn’t speak to you, that little thing meant something.
>Today, that disappeared. And you knew that it wouldn’t come back.
>It truly was time to move on.
>Your mind concluded, you let out a sigh of resignation.
“You’re fucking right.”
>It was a long time coming, but you finally had it.
>You didn’t care how difficult it was, you were finally going to take your life back.
>You will always love Twilight, but you can’t take it anymore.
>You were going to get a divorce.

>>25391261
Here's a fresh opinion from an anon that spent the last couple days going through your green.

I like it. It did start out a bit rough and almost far-fetched with some of the beginning, but honestly it's come around to be a bretty gud story once it developed a bit more and more of the secret was revealed. It just needs to be combed through afterwards perhaps with editing of grammar, punctuation and spelling in places. I mean initially, my reaction was "anon's such a fucking idiot, you can't just hop around relationships like that" but honestly I realize in retrospect that that's a stupid argument since everyone is different in how they deal with things. Even I would have done that in my younger days probably.

I'd keep on going through with it. It seems like you're almost there with the light at the end of the tunnel.

>>25395089
>...
>You needed a fucking drink.
>You grabbed your beer, and shakily brought it up to your lips, tipping it back and letting it pour down your throat.
>Swallowing down the cold, refreshing liquid, you came to a realization.
>You felt a million times better.
>In fact, you’ve felt a million times better than you have in months.
>A massive weight had been taken off of you.
>You were free.
>It was finally over.
>Well, almost.
>You still needed to file for divorce.
>The good thing was, even if you divorced Twilight, you’d still be considered a member of the royal family, and you’d still be paid as such.
>You could even stay in the palace if you wanted to.
>Like that’d ever happen.
>You weren’t even going to wait for you to be actually divorced, you were moving out tomorrow.
>”Anon.”
>Lyra’s voice brought you back to reality.
>You took a moment to take her in.
>She was smiling, and her grin seemed more pleasant than you’ve ever seen before.
>”You’re making the right call.”
>You smiled, and nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.”

>>25395237
Dude more please

>>25395237
Now the question is will Anon finally leaving get a reaction out of Twilight?

>>25395536
I get the feeling he'll announce his intentions, she'll pretend to acknowledge what he said, but won't actually realise what's happening until a little further down the line when her own divorce papers show up in her paperwork.

>>25395585
This. Then the scramble to find what the hell happened!

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>no fluttershy marital problems
What could even happen with her? She seems like literally the most drama free of all of them.

>>25395697
Maybe she'd be too cock shy. (^:

>>25395697
>Treating you as more of one of her pets than a person.

>Being such a pushover that she will not make any decisions and leave literally everything to you.

That second one actually causes more problems in relationships than you'd think. Trying to have a relationship with someone who has no spine of any kind and just says "whatever you want to do is fine" is extremely frustrating. It's like having an automaton for a wife i.e. not a marriage.

>>25395237
>You are Lyra.
>You could barely contain yourself as you grinned like an absolute madwoman.
>Ordinarily, you would’ve scolded yourself for blatantly relishing in Anon’s issues with Twilight.
>But, it had been a long time coming.
>After months of watching your friend suffer, he had finally had enough.
>He was going to remove that neglectful bitch from his life.
>All you felt was pure, unadulterated joy.
>You looked him over. Just moments ago, he looked genuinely broken. Like he was done with life.
>But now, he looked like he had finally found joy in life again.
>You pulled him into a tight embrace, something that Anon was quick to reciprocate.
>It was over.
>It was finally over.

>>25396044
>You are Anonymous.
>As you pull away from the mare who had spent the past almost six months constantly comforting you and preventing you from going over the edge, you took a look at the dress that you were just using as a tissue just a few moments ago.
>Your tears did a number on it, and there was just a tiny bit of snot on it.
>You dick.
>You chuckled, before pointing it out to her.
“I think we should go clean that out.”
>She nodded in agreement, probably having been well aware of the fact you had made a mess of her expensive looking dress.
>”You could use some cleaning up as well, Anon.”
>You figured.
>The mare hopped out of your lap, allowing you to rise from your seat.
>You glanced about, and spotted a laboratory at the end of the car.
>You made a beeline for it, your friend right behind you.
>Finding it unoccupied, you opened it up, and took a peek inside.
>It was surprisingly roomy, roomy enough for the two of you to snugly fit inside.
>But… you noticed that there was something important missing…
>”There’s no mirror.”
>Get out of my head, Charles.
>You shrugged.
”I guess we’re just going to clean each other up, then.”
>Lyra nodded in agreement, flashing you a toothy grin.
>”Yeah, I guess so.”

Check em.

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>>25396072

>>25396072
>You are Lyra.
>Anon held the laboratory door, motioning you to enter.
>”Ladies first,” he said with a pleasant smile.
>You let out a tiny giggle, before trotting in.
>As you entered the bathroom, you found yourself shocked by just how roomy it was.
>You heard the door close behind you as Anon followed you in and locked it behind him.
>”Hey, go ahead and take the toilet,” he said, motioning over the plastic toilet. “I don’t want you to be on the dirty floor, God knows what the hell you’d be sitting in.”
>You flashed him a grateful smile as you complied, pulling your dress up slightly and planting your flanks down on the seat.
>He really was too sweet.
>He walked over to the sink, collected some wet paper towels, and approached you, kneeling before your plastic throne.
>He placed a few of the towels aside, likely for himself, before leaning in, examining the marks he left on your dress.
>”The tears will dry out before we get there, but the other nastiness is another story.”
>He held up the wet paper towel and began to scrub away at the mess on your dress.
>You smiled as you watched him work.
>The tabloids regularly ran articles about how Anon was a disgrace to the royal family, how he didn’t deserve his title. How he was just a joke.
>But you couldn’t disagree more.
>You met a lot of royalty and Canterlot elites when you lived in the capital, but there was no member of the higher caste more worthy of the title of gentleman than Anon.
>That was just one of the many reasons why you loved the man.
>He was such a sweetheart.

>>25396504
>You felt your smile grow just a bit.
>It was just hitting you now that you could actually be with Anon.
>He was done with Twilight.
>You actually had a chance to be with him now.
>You could give him everything that he wanted in a mare.
>Affection.
>Support.
>Somebody to spend time with.
>Somebody to share a bed with.
>Everything that Twilight had refused to give him.
>You wouldn’t take him for granted, unlike her.
>You didn’t even want to wait for the divorce to happen.
>You sat by and watched the man you love get neglected by his wife for almost six months, yearning for this to happen so you could take him for yourself.
>...he was probably pretty pent up at this point.
>You felt your cheeks begin to burn as your thoughts began to turn to his sex life.
>You knew Twilight hasn’t touched Anon since his honeymoon.
>You doubted they even kissed a couple weeks into their marriage.
>He was loyal, even if he hated his marriage.
>You figured that all he had to get off were his hands.
>...kinda like you and your hooves, heh.
>You felt a familiar moistness begin to form between your hindquarters as you took in Anon’s form with new eyes.
>You weren’t afraid to actually check Anon out anymore.
>It’s been awhile since you’ve been able to.
>One of the things that Anon had started doing after his marriage began to fall apart was work out, and it really showed how much his work paid off.
>He was slightly slimmer than he was the last time you actually get him an in-depth look over, and he was much, much more built up.
>With arms like his, you were surprised he could actually move them around without ripping his suit.
>Dear Celestia, what you’d give to just let him take out his pent up frustration on you, right here, right-

>>25396512
>’Down girl,’ a voice deep inside you ordered you.
>Maybe you were getting just a tad bit too overworked.
>It must be the beer.
>But…
>Focusing on one of the paper towels Anon put aside, you picked it up with your telekinesis and held it up in the air.
“Hey…”
>Just finishing up cleaning his nastiness out your dress, he looked up at you.
“It’s your turn, big guy.”
>He flashed you a cheeky grin.
>”For you.”
>You giggled, before gently pressing the towel against his skin.
>You made quick work of the mostly dry tears that stained his cheeks, before moving onto the slight dribble of snot hanging from his nose.
>It was a little gross, but you really didn’t mind. You’d do much worse for the man.
>It only took a couple seconds of scrubbing to clean off Anon’s face.
>Now, he was back to his old handsome self, though his eyes were slightly bloodshot from crying.
>“Am I good?” he asked.
“Hmm… just about… come a little closer, so I can get a closer look.”
>He complied, more than likely assuming your intentions were innocent.
>They weren’t.
“Closer,” you prompted him again.
>He nodded, closing the distance between the two of you, leaving only a couple inches of between your faces.
>”Good enough?” he asked.
>You smiled, feeling your cheek beginning to light up once again.
>The fire between your legs was only getting worse.
“Yeah, good enough.”
>You didn’t really know how Anon was going to react to what you were about to do, but…
>Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

>>25396517

>You placed a hoof under his chin and tilted it up, lining up the two of you perfectly.
>It was at this point that you believe Anon was starting to catch on to what you were doing, but you weren’t about to give him the chance to react.
>Now wasn’t the time to be rational.
>Still holding his chin, you went in for the kill, as you closed the distance and pressed your lips against his, relishing in the sensation you have been waiting so long to feel.
>It really was a long time coming.

>>25396524
>You are Anonymous.
>It took you a couple seconds to register the alien, unfamiliar warm feeling of having somebody else’s lips pressed against yours.
>It took you even longer to register the fact your best friend was kissing you on the lips.
>Time seemed to slow down as this fact hit you, as a million different thoughts raced through your head.
>You were still married to Twilight.
>You still loved her, even if you realized you weren’t in love with the Twilight of the now, you were in love with the Twilight of the then.
>In contrast, she hadn’t give you the time of day for over five months.
>You were probably going to be serving her divorce papers within a couple days, tomorrow if possible.
>You were definitely moving out the moment you got back.
>You wondered… how long has it been since you felt this sensation?
>At least five months. You and Twilight hadn’t made love since your honeymoon, but you were still kissing each other the couple weeks afterwards.
>You really did miss this feeling, as well as many other feelings.
>Your thoughts shifted over to your relationship with Lyra.
>You’ve been best friends for almost a year, and ever since your marriage began to fall apart, she’s been there for you.
>She was there to support you whenever your wife neglected to give you attention.
>She was there for you to give you the affection Twilight refused to give you.
>She spent time with you when your wife did everything in her power to avoid you.

>>25396609
>Twilight was supposed to be apart of your daily life, being your wife and all.
>But it seemed like Lyra filled every role that Twilight neglected.
>You know, except for sex.
>You even shared beds every so often.
>Would… would taking your relationship to the next level with Lyra really be that much of a change?
>You’d hardly consider it a rebound relationship.
>She made the first move, and you always had the feeling that Lyra cared more about you then she let on.
>You had to admit, as much as you loved Twilight, deep down, you harbored the same feelings for the mare pressing her lips against yours right now.
>...
>Time sped back up to normal as you came to a conclusion.
>You didn’t care if you were still legally married to Twilight.
>It was already over.
>And your heart was telling you that you wouldn’t feel guilty about not waiting.

>>25396614
I'm crashing (with no survivors), I'll have some more updates out tomorrow morning.

>>25396614
This is the only situation I would support cheating. You could say it isn't even cheating anymore.

>>25396688
Well, people requested non-scumbaggy cheating from Anon. I figured I might as well deliver.

Kids, cheating is bad. But if you ever find yourself in a dead marriage you are days from ending, and you're in a position to stick it in something, there's really no reason to feel bad about doing it.

>implying any of us will touch a grill, let alone get married

>>25396687
Sleep tight, MnM, don't let the bedbugs bite.

>>25396614
>You are Lyra.
>You weren’t exactly sure what type of response you’d get from Anon, but you got one almost immediately.
>He pressed his lips back against yours, his arms finding their way behind your back as he pulled you in, kissing you full force.
>You were not expecting a response of this caliber.
>You weren’t complaining, though.
>Taking Anon’s enthusiasm in stride, you responded with your equal force as you wrapped your forehooves around his neck.
>Your tongue found it’s way into his mouth, something he was quick to reciprocate, your tongues dancing with each other as months of tension between the two finally exploded in fiery passion.
>His hands moved down your spine and found their way to your flanks.
>You felt Anon lift you up as he stood up.
>He didn’t let up as he leaned you up against the wall, pinning you.
>His hands shifted, and before you could react, you felt a single finger slip inside of you.
>Your body spasmed in response at the sudden feeling of pleasure, and you found yourself desperately wanting more.
>You had been waiting months for this to happen.
>You wanted him.
>You NEEDED him.
>You wanted nothing more than to take in his length, and let him rut you in the dirty bathroom until you could barely even stand.
>However…
>You had a date soon.
>Showing up at a brand new high class restaurant looking like you just got done fucking like animals was a pretty bad idea, even by your standards.
>And so, you reluctantly pulled away from him.
>You took a moment to get control of your breath and somewhat regain your composure, before speaking.
“H-hey… you’re going to mess up my hair…”

>>25396919
>A cocky smirk crossed his face as he eyed you down as if you were a well marinated piece of meat.
>”You started it,” he growled out.
>You opened your mouth to speak, but he didn’t wait. He pressed on, shifting his attack from your lips to your neck.
>A new wave of pleasure hit you as he kissed, bit, and sucked at your neck, leaving a series of barely visible love marks as he continued his onslaught.
>Down below, fingers squirmed inside of you, as even more joining in on the attack.
“A-anon~”
>You couldn’t stop him. You were putty in his hands, and you both knew it.
>You needed this as much as he did.
>You craned your neck to the side, giving Anon easier access to his target.
>He took your offering with gusto, as he increased his onslaught.
>You found yourself in a state of bliss, as Anon took out his months of sexual frustration on you.
>You didn’t even care how you looked afterwards anymore.
>You supported Anon every step of the way, and you would be damned if you would let him down when he clearly needed you the most.

I got hit by a sudden burst of motivation. I'm actually going to bed now. More in the morning.

>>25396931
My love-rod is slightly aroused

>>25396931
Tbh I don't like cheating in any form, even like this. I hope you don't want to make it "secret love" and Anon get divorce as soon as possible. Also, when we will see Twilight's pov?